Survival of the fittest is a metaphor related to the biological theory of evolution.

Well this is basically what happened tonight. For the previous 3 weeks I have had a large boar coming to one specific trap and evading me. He will eat the corn in front of the trap, in the trap, then lean over the trip wire and eat what he can. Every night I pull up he is there, filling his belly, on my dollar. Well after last night’s storm I realized it was time to end this cat and mouse game. I, East, am the dominant species and will prevail as the victor. I got off work tonight and took my time. I could feel my blood boiling but didn’t want to rush, so when the time came I would not rush my shot. Giving the previous rain the air was wet, sweat poured as I walked the half mile to the trap. As I got closer I could hear the kernels cracking. As I topped the hill and there he set, I would estimate 180-200 lbs. Not what I expected from when I had seen him in darkness, but none the less, a lesser, weaker species. I was 150 yards out and had an easy and accurate shot. But, I wanted this to be personal, I had a vendetta, and that was to listen to the air escape him before he knew he was hit. I only had one chance and that was to flank him. The rush was on. Would I make the run, before the corn ran out? After an exhausting run, I popped out of the woods at 15 yards, and to my amazement and surprise he was starring right at me. He immediately started snapping his teeth and before I knew, in a furry, he blasted off his hind legs and took off right at me. (I was standing on his trail) With instinct I started back pedaling, and with my luck stepped in a wallow and dropped my rifle in the mud. Squirming backward I started scrambling for my pistol. I felt the grip in my hands and drew as he hit wallow and sent up a splash off muddy water. I drew and fired into the splash. Silence fell upon us and the beast was dead. Was it luck? Or survival of the fittest?

More like a cheap 300yd shot thru the butt-hole
No bullet hole

If you're saying the truth, which you aren't, that's pretty cool....

Luck. Jk

You sure can tell a good story E

I, East, am the dominant species and will prevail as the victor. I would estimate 180-200 lbs but none the less, a lesser, weaker species.


Ill bet he had at least 50 lbs on you.

I am up to 179.


Yea, you might be right. If I wouldnt have found my pistol and been able to snap it out of the holster we would have found out

Sounds like the barmaids home cookin.

I asked her to cook one night and I think she started having an anxiety attack. She hasnt cooked since we started dating. But she can order some great take out

Either way

Whoa lil fella! She cant cook? That dog dont hunt round here. might otta rethink that one.

Or you could super the buttons on the tv to stay on one of them cookin channels

Wait till she graduates and has time on her hands. I will tell her mama to teach her everything she knows. Before you know it, my screen name will be Big Matt

She forgets the tartar sauce

did you pay djones to write that story for you?

Lol!

AAAAAHHHHHHH.....He is charging!!!!!!

Little Pink Piggy and all.

That there is some funny stuff

you all going to be haters?

You have to admit...it is funny

Beat me to it.